To be fair their food is rather good, but their service is terrible and their music is quite distasteful. They come across as desperate to appeal to foreigners, so they play anything with an English name on it. Completely inappropriate for the family atmosphere they're trying to cultivate.
Another curiosity was this shop which crossed our path. Don't let the plants on sale outside the door fool you, nor the name of the shop.
At least they're honest.
We stopped for a cup of coffee at a place called 8 oz. They sell coffee, but their main play is to tempt customers to buy home-made cheese cake to eat with it.
We avoided the temptation, but were quite perplexed by their furniture.
The radio disguised as an old gramophone was delightful, but their baby chairs were an oddity.
They really were quite small.
(On a separate note, please forgive the low quality of the pictures. I forgot my camera on this particular occasion and so had to resort to my girlfriend's phone camera.)
On the plus side, there's always taking the piss on the MRT. Watching people's reactions to "crazy foreigners" is always entertaining.
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